================================================================ C D E' S S T O R Y A R C H I V E All stories in this archive are the property of the author. They may be downloaded and read by private citizens. They are not to be used by commercial web sites. Persons using this material on commercial sites will be *vigorously* pursued by the hounds from hell, or my legal team, whichever is deemed necessary. (These stories were written for *adult* entertainment and should not be accessed by children, or childish people masquerading as adults. ================================================================ TITLE: FAMILY BONDING - PART 6 (M+/F, MF, Inter, MM, FemDom, Incest, Mdom) TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE Copyright c August 2000 By C.D.E. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit. This story may be freely distributed for personal use with this notice attached. All Characters And Events Depicted In This Story Are Purely Fictional. There Is No Intention In Any Manner, To Represent Or Mimic, Any Real World Situations Or Persons. Story Content: (M+/F, MF, Inter, MM, FemDom, Incest, Mdom) WARNING: THIS STORY IS A PURE SEXUAL FANTASY. DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU ARE HOMOPHOBIC, AND/OR DO NOT LIKE READING A FICTIONAL STORY OF THE DOMINANT/CUNNING SLUT WIFE GENRE, WHERE GULLIBLE MEN ARE TRICKED/FOOLED/USED, PSYCHOLOGICALLY MANIPULATED, OCASSIONALLY FLAGELLATED, SEXUALLY DOMINATED BY THEIR BEAUTIFUL SLUT WIVES AND OCASSIONALLY BY THEIR WIVES' MALE LOVERS. TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE Title: Family Bonding Part 6 Author: C.D.E. ABSTRACT: James, naive and virginal, is engaged to Judy, the daughter of the apparently loving, caring, sharing, closely knit Smith family. James begins bonding with his new in-laws during their engagement, and after he eventually marries into the Smith family, he discovers that outward appearances of the Smith Family's image proves deceptive. CAST: Judy Smith-Fiancee/Wife Judy's Mother - Mother Smith James Jackson-Fiance/Husband James's Mother -Mother Jackson James's Aunt- Aunt Jasmine &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& CONTINUED FROM PART 5 CHAPTER 20 EVENTS FROM OUR MARRIAGE: Surprise Visit I at first thought my wife wasn't serious about me actually assuming the `mating view position'. However later, after seeing that she was dead serious, I tried to recant my violent objections to doing as she had requested of me. You see I was most fearful of getting another whipping from her if she could claim I was not being cooperative with her. However, she wouldn't accept my apology. She instead deemed that I was to be whipped for my own good. I pleaded and pleaded for her forgiveness as I followed her around the house like a puppy. She finally told me she would consider my apology and would let me know later that evening after returning from shopping. I was on pins and needles for over three hours, awaiting her return, as well as her decision. Sometime before she returned, Mother and Aunt Jasmine dropped by unexpectedly for a visit. Within 20 minutes of their surprised arrival, Joe dropped by unexpectedly. I don't know why I say unexpectedly, since he and Judd and Jeffery come by almost anytime they want to. They might as well have their own house keys. A few minutes later, Judd and Jeffery showed up also. I didn't think anything about this. In a way, I was almost glad, as I was sure that Judy would more than likely be too tied up entertaining them and have less time to be concerned about punishing me for something I'd already apologized for, as well had agreed to do, even if it was an abject disgrace to do it. It was about ten minutes after Judd and Jeffery arrived that Judy's Mom and Dad arrived. Their presence really took me by surprise. "Howdy Jamie!" Mr. Smith roared. "Hello James, how my favorite son-in-law?" Judy's Mom asked. "H-Hello Mr. Smith, Mother Smith, uh, I-I'm doing fine thank you." I replied. The surprise of seeing them was evident in the tone of my voice. I invited them in. They knew everyone. I got them drinks. The Smiths do occasionally visit, but I've always noticed that neither of them have ever made me perform sexual acts for them at our house. With this knowledge of the past, I felt better that nothing of consequence would happen tonight other than an impromptu gathering of both Judy's and my family as well as her three lovers. I easily mingled with everyone and served drinks. I was careful to avoid my father-in-law in the event he had plans that might include my mouth meeting up with his dick. Mother, Aunt Jasmine, and Mother Smith carried on some spirited conversations with the guys about sports. Mr. Smith, as usual, was glued to a nearby TV set. As They talked, I served drinks all around. My Aunt and Mom have always treated the guys in a congenial manner, and have even referred to them as if they were like big brothers to me. I could never figure that one out. However, I knew that she and my Aunt had no qualms about saying that the three were manlier than I was. Mother Smith had a similar assessment and has routinely likened the three as her pretend son-in-laws. A label, while fairly close to the truth, irked me nevertheless. Mother and Mother Smith watched Rodney, while I played host. Later, Judy finally arrived. After greeting everyone and carrying on some small talk, she whispered something to Aunt Jasmine as I was walking out to the kitchen for more drinks. When I returned, Aunt Jasmine and our young son Rodney had left the room and there was a silence in the room as I walked in. "James, put the tray of drinks down." Judy said to me. Even though caught off guard by her imperious request, I nevertheless did so. I didn't think anything of her request at the moment, but a split second later, I had good reason to be. "James, darling, for your own good, I've decided to punish you for not eagerly embracing my request to assume the `mating view position' we discussed. Yes, everyone here knows about this." Judy's words shocked me. I was speechless and horrified. Terror filled me as I listened to my wife continue. "We all will be going to the basement in a few minutes for your punishment. All here will witness me punishing you. But first, I want to say that I am doing this for your own good so as to help you see the error of your obstinacy and the positive value of cooperation in this marriage. Severely treating this latest bout of mannishness you've experienced, can only be for the benefit of your behavioral disposition and the good of our marriage. It is time to go to the basement darling. I want you to know that this will hurt me more emotionally, than what you will feel physically, but I would be remiss if I didn't give you what you needed." Judy made her long statement in a sort of judicial tone of voice. I heard comments such as "Well said!"; "You're a good wife Judy."; "That's my girl."; "It's good you're doing what needs to be done." I was too stunned at what was going on around me to remember who said what. All I knew was that I had been blind sided and was about to get a severe whipping in front of her three lovers, her folks, as well as my own Mother. I snapped out of my stunned state as the group started to rise from their seats. I quickly fell to my knees before my wife, who was standing with her hands on her hips and looking very imperious and authoritative. "P-Please Judy! I-I beg you dear. P-Please don't whip me. I-I've agreed to do what you want. I- I won't object any more. I'll always cooperate with you. P-Please dear... Please forgive me. I-I I didn't mean to make you angry. P-Please darling, let me off just this once." I pleaded with tears in my eyes. My wife simply shook her head once, side to side. It was very clear that she was resolute about her decision. I was still on my knees when I was literally picked up by each arm. Joe was on one side and Judd on the other. The two literally carried me down the basement stairs. I pleaded and cried all the way down and also while I was being strapped to the table. I didn't resist or struggle as the two men strapped me down. I knew that would only add to my plight. I had learned that lesson well from my Mother and Aunt when they'd put me on this same table so many times. They always gave me extra lashes for resisting their efforts to secure me. To make a long story short, the group gathered around as my wife lashed my naked ass cheeks with Mr. Fanbelt. Tape was put over my mouth to keep me from irritating the baby with my screams. I wiggled and struggled against my bonds. It was of course to no avail, as the painful strikes rained down hard on me. I could hear Mother giving Judy many compliments as she wielded the instrument of pain. Mother Smith also joined in the praise of her daughter's corporal punishment efforts. Later I heard Mother Smith excuse herself so that she could relieve my Aunt, who was baby-sitting, so that my Aunt Jasmine could come down and `see the splendid job that you're doing for James' - her words to Judy as she left the room. Moments later, I heard Aunt Jasmine echoing many of Mother's complimentary comments after her arrival on the scene. I only heard occasional chuckles from Judy's three lovers. Mr. Smith's rancorous laughter was very evident above that of the others. All I could do was sob greatly but quietly. All my screams of pain were muted by the tape over my mouth. After my whipping, including a very painful ointment rub by Aunt Jasmine, I was lead back upstairs and ordered to wash dishes and clean up the kitchen. Still sobbing and whimpering, I had to don an ornate pink pinafore my wife handed me and I meekly went about the chores I'd been ordered to do. Everyone was still watching my utter humiliation and emasculation with warm smiles on their faces. The whole scene was so disconcerting. I definitely wasn't enjoying myself. While I washed dishes, I sobbed and whimpered over the sink of soapy warm water and dirty plates and pots. The others were in the family room and I was alone to do my chores. I was alone at last and glad to be so. My ass still had lingering aches from the lashings I'd taken. It was very clear to me now that Judy had established herself firmly as the head of our household and marriage. I also knew that my role as an enslaved husband was resoundingly confirmed. I lamented and took my frustration out on the dirty dishes before me. It was the safest way I could think of, as I scrubbed and scoured the burnt residue in a pot I was trying to clean. Between the rubbing noise of me scoring the burnt pot and the running water, I didn't hear Mr. Smith enter the kitchen. "Jamie, you look right at home doing woman's work, and I might say that fancy apron is right pretty too." My heart skipped a beat as he loomed over me before I knew he was upon me. He was at least a full head taller than I was and much, much more brawny and muscular. Caught off guard by his interest, I was speechless as my face turned red, mostly from terror and fright. "Jamie, I'm gonna have to interrupt your dish washing fun. My dick has a hankering to be sucked and it would like you to do the honor of doing it." "H-Here? M-Mr. Smith, p-please not here in o-our house. Y-You know with the b-baby here. T-They might b-bring it in h-here at any..." I stammered before he cut me off. "Naw, my wife and the others ain't gonna let that happened. I told `em what you and I gonna be doing." "Y-You t-told... T-They all..." "Yeah. They all know you gonna be sucking my dick for me as you kneel right here at this sink. In your pretty pink apron too, I might add. Now dry your hands, drop to your knees and take out my dick so you can do some woman's work on it." Mr. Smith's tone of voice implied he was serious. I looked up at him. I saw the familiar hand form a fist, which I was so familiar with. Even though he'd never hit me, it always cowed me. It seemed my knees gave way involuntarily as I was contemplating the hurt his fist would cause me. A few seconds later I found myself on my knees and unbuckling the belt to his pants. I was so intimidated that my hands were shaking as I drew the fly zipper of his trousers down and gently tugged at them. They quickly fell to his ankles. The imprint of his large penis was very evident in his jockey shorts. As I slipped my fingers in the elastic band and pulled them down to free his organ, it rolled out free and seemed to start to swell instantly. The pee slit of his enormous cock flipped across my face and left a smear of pre-cum as it slid over my lips. "You know what to do with it, so don't play around." Mr. Smith roared. Moments later after grasping his swelling dick meat and fondling it in the manner he desired, I soon had my mouth filled with his heated stiff erection. Mr. Smith caressed the back of my head as I did what he liked me to do for him. I hoped that none of our other guests would walk in on me at that moment. Neither Mother nor Aunt Jasmine had ever seen me sucking a dick. I didn't want this to be the first time either. I put my best into mouthing him as well as kneading his big balls, hoping to get him off as soon as possible. My worse fear was realized in the worse way. In walked Aunt Jasmine as she led Joe by the hand. "My, my. You two certainly look busy, especially you James dear. You look so cute with your lips stretched around a nice big dick. But that's all right, you don't have to say a thing. Besides, you shouldn't try to talk with your mouth full." My Aunt said gleefully as she concluded her comment with a chuckle. Joe joined her with a slightly louder laugh. However, they didn't pay much attention to me. They soon embraced and gave each other a very passionate French kiss. I could only see them out of the corner of my eye, but it looked like they were two wrapped up in each other to concern themselves with my situation. As I knelt there trying to hurry Judy's Dad to empty his cream in my sucking mouth, I was forced to endure watching Joe fucking Aunt Jasmine on the edge of the kitchen table. The contrast of Joe's large black member sliding in and out of my Aunt's stretched white cunt was quite a scene. Joe had helped Aunt Jasmine take off her panties and hiked up her skirt as she parted her legs and took his enormous stiff penis in her obviously wet well- juiced gash. She wrapped her legs around Joe's waist as he held her ass cheeks and gave her a royal fucking. To my utter surprise Joe came in my Aunt the same time Mr. Smith emptied his bloated balls down my throat. "That was mighty fine bonding Jamie." Mr. Smith said as he put away his softened dick and zipped up. I could only look up at him in disgust, as I got up off my knees and got a drink to wash away the taste of his heavy slime, which coated my mouth's interior. The sad thing about all the cum I'd eaten from my father-in-laws balls is that I'd gotten use to the taste of his and the other fellows' fresh hot cock cream. I hated I'd become acclimated to the taste of hard dick meat and fresh hot semen. The creamy taste had become quite palatable, but I knew I couldn't admit that to anyone. I even tried to hide it from myself. I've also repeatedly tried to deny to myself that I took more delight than I desired to admitting in slurping, sucking and eating up my wife's gooey messy creampies, made up of her pussy juices and other men's bountiful outpouring of semen. However, I knew I had to portray that I detested such perverted, un-masculine behavior as I'd been subjected to. After all, I did have some vestiges of manliness to protect, no matter that others around me were constantly attacking and defeating me at every attempt I tried to exhibit it. Just as I washed away the film of Judy's Dad's heavy jism that coated my gums, Aunt Jasmine spoke. "James, you surely aren't going to neglect Joe and I are you? C'mon over here and bond with us too." She said in a mellow tone of voice. It took me a moment to realize what she was talking about. As she pointed to Joe's languished wet black meat and her jism smeared pussy meat, it became all too obvious what was desired of me. I knew it was useless to raise any sort of objection. I sheepishly went over and knelt before them. I was directed to lap Joe's mighty meat clean first. After mouthing and cleaning him up, all under the watchful beaming face of my aunt, I settled down to slurping her soggy drippy snatch clean. Joe left us as she ended up wrapping her legs around my neck. She got off again from my licking and lapping efforts. "The Smiths are right, you do bond wonderfully, James dear." Aunt Jasmine said after composing herself as she left to rejoin the others in the family room. Moments later, after washing the taste of Aunt Jasmine and Joe from my mouth, Mother and Judd came into the kitchen. They were just as amorous and screwed on the table just as Aunt Jasmine and Joe. It was gut wrenching to watch a guy screw my mom, especially since I'd sucked his dick so many times. And just as before with Aunt Jasmine and Joe, I had to do clean up bonding on those two also. As with Aunt Jasmine, mother seemed to delight in seeing my lips wrapped around Judd's giant tool as I milked him thoroughly and cleaned the fuck slime from his cock. After sucking Judd's bountiful load of viscous jism from Mother's pussy, she patted me on the head and complimented me also for the great job I'd done in cleaning her up as well as getting her off with my tongue. This left me more depressed as I went back to my chores. However, I was interrupted twice more. Mother Smith and Jeffery came into the kitchen next and fucked. At the end of their mating, as with the others, I was invited to bond again, as I knelt and performed a clean up of their combined sexual messiness. Just when I thought the worse was over, Judy and her dad came in for a fuck. I couldn't believe her father was so randy after the heavy load he'd shot off between my lips, not that long ago. Well, to make a long story short, they fucked in a wanton and abandon manner right in my presence, almost as if I wasn't even there. Of course, as they came down from their sexual high, they recognized my presence and invited me to perform some good old fashion family bonding - Smith Family style. Judy had a beaming smile as she looked down on me lapping and suckling on her dad's wet slimy dick. After he left to rejoin the others in the family room, she really seemed aroused. My wife pulled my head tightly to her wet sloppy muff and gyrated her well- fucked wet crotch all over my face. She had a rousing come. "Darling, I love you so much. I'm so glad you're back to being your old self. I know you might think I'm being harsh on you, that is when I apply the treatment you need to keep you being cooperative and agreeable. However, as I said, I'd be remiss as your loving wife if I didn't. Also remember, it's for the good of our marriage too." Judy embraced me warmly as she whispered her expression of love in my ear. My wife's words, as in previous times and in similar situations, were not comforting. She gave the impression that I should be thankful for `her treatment'. I said nothing but relished the tender moment with her. I knew I was trapped in a hopeless situation where cooperation meant total obedience, not collaborative consensus involving give and take negotiations. Later, as everyone was leaving, I heard Mother and Aunt Jasmine expressing in a most sincere and warmhearted manner, how delightful it was for Judy to invite them over to observe that their wedding presents - the whipping table and homemade whips - were being utilized so well. I cringed at their various compliments as I felt a continuous ache in rear. "Judy dear, Jasmine and I are so very delighted at how well you're managing your household. We are very contented knowing that our James has a loving wife who cares so much for his welfare and is not reluctant to exercise good judgment and take proper disciplinary action when it's warranted." I heard Mother say in a warm, glowing affectionate tone of voice as she hugged her daughter-in-law goodnight. Aunt Jasmine also expressed a similar sentiment. "Judy, you indeed did the right thing tonight. Our James must never be allowed to forget how important cooperation and a husband's support to his wife is in a marriage. After all, if you're making the sacrifice of getting screwed, inseminated, and then bearing a child, all basically to protect his job, as well as the marriage. I agree that it's the least he can do is to be by your side at the moment of conception." Aunt Jasmine's tone, just like mother's, was one of affection, endearment, and strong support. I glanced around as she now warmly embraced my wife in a goodbye hug. I could only stare at her for making, what I considered, an outlandish statement. "Anyway, Judy, we know it's wicked what the guys are doing, but Jasmine and I think it's also sort of cute too. Anyway, they are three such nice young men, I don't mind them siring grand kids for me. Plus, I'm sure you and them are sure to make some pretty babies." Mother said in a gleeful tone. "I second that motion." Aunt Jasmine interjected with a big smile. "Also, I told our James he should look at the bright side. He's going to be getting three beautiful kids and won't have to do a lick of the real hard work of fucking." "Well, Mother Jackson and Aunt Jasmine, he may not have to do any fucking, but he will be doing some licking." My wife said smiling. All three instantly broke out in un-lady like laughter. I was outraged, but sadly, not surprised at the cavalier jest and derision of me by the three dearest women in my life. I knew the three all sincerely loved me in their own ways, as each has informed me of that countless times. However, it's so unfortunate that their interpretation of love is so different from the norm. Alas, I have therefore accepted my fate, that I will have to accept their loving ways, even if emotionally and physically painful, as well as abjectly degrading most of the time. After the basement scene, there was no doubt I would be assuming the `mating view position' as our new family additions were being conceived. Indeed, I was at the juncture of my wife and each of her lovers' coupled, heated genitals, when she was inseminated with each of our three youngest children. CHAPTER 21 EVENTS FROM OUR MARRIAGE: The Rest of The Story Well, I'm back to where I started telling my tale of woe. As you readers might've remembered from an earlier part of my story, I was concerned about the possibility of my wife having kids from her three main lovers. I was especially concerned about her having a black baby from Joe. Well as you now know, it happened. I, of course, go through many public situations of being embarrassed by having our pretty black daughter calling me "Daddy". She's our youngest and as you might expect, her vocabulary is limited so she says `Mama' and `Daddy' frequently. And as you might expect, we as a couple experience all the double looks and stares from many on-lookers, as Judy and I go through our everyday parenting and family responsibilities with our family. The biggest difference is that Judy doesn't seem to have any problems with embarrassing moments about being the mother of a black baby, or any of `our' other kids, which I didn't father. None of which, as I may have mentioned before, come close to looking anything like me. In fact, she always seems very eager to reveal her self as the biological mother and that all our children were conceived and born while we were married. She also likes to stress that we've never had a marital separation. "Oh no, my sweet James, bless his heart, he's a jewel of a husband, as he's honored his marriage vows and has never left my side, even though four different men got me pregnant over the years of our marriage, and demanded I carry each of their babies to term." My wife would just as quickly tell such things to a stranger in a supermarket or a close acquaintance or distant family relative. To say I cringed in anger and utter embarrassment at such moments when I'm with her, would be an understatement. She has repeatedly ignored my demanding pleads to not say such things. She replies that I'm infringing on her free speech rights. I've almost given up trying to stop her. What can I do? My wife also seems to have me carrying our daughter - named Josephine, by Joe - who is only 16 months old, in my arms quite a bit when we're in public. Josephine is light brown skin and has many of her mother's facial features. Additionally, it's not unusual for her to emphasize or repeatedly mention in her conversations, that even though I'm not their real father I'm the kids' devotedly attached daddy. Which is true, I enjoy our four kids. However, her words always seem to have an embarrassing ring to it when she expresses herself to others about this matter. It also appears now that Judy is not interested in having anymore kids, so I've giving up the idea of us two having any together. When I do bring it up, she always reminds me that we have all the kids we can afford. With the cost of raising kids these days, it's hard to rebuff her argument. Judy is an excellent mother to the kids, and has been a good, very supportive, but assertive, wife to me, even if she does give her steady lovers - Jeffrey, Judd and Joe - preference over me when it comes to sex. I guess I can expect them to continue to have priority, since they are the superior, or alpha males, in our marital arrangement. I generally have sexual access to my wife only after they've been with, and in her. It always just seems to work out that way. I suspect she plans it to happen that way, but anyway, I've adapted to dealing with the situation and have accepted feeding on her overflowing creampies as a normal part of my conjugal activities. When we do have sex, it's customary for me to always go down on her first and tongue her to an orgasm. It's well known I can't come close to getting her off just with my prick, as I can't seem to last more than a minute or two in her hot juicy cunt. I'm also not a quick recharger either. Besides, her cunt is so stretched from all the other guys' giant cocks, I'm not making much contact when I try to put it in anyway. Whenever she wants me to give her head, there's always semen in her cunt from one of my `husbands-in- law'. However, she gets an extra thrill from knowing I'm licking up another man's jism from her very fucked muff. I know this turns my wife on. This is what I do best in providing her sexual pleasure. As you might expect. I don't get to put it in her that much anyway. I think last year she let me put in three times - my birthday, Christmas and our Anniversary. Come to think of, she did give me head twice as we did a sixty-nine. As usual, her cunt was full of one or more of my `husband-in-laws' jism. She always want to be on top when we do this, as she says that being on top causes for good cunt drainage into my mouth and reduces the amount of sucking I have to perform. I guess I should be thankful for her concern about me in that regard. If we don't sixty-nine with her getting me off with her sweet lips, she's often too tired for me to put it in after I tongue and lap her to several rousing orgasms. She says my oral actions gives her more intense orgasms, but takes more out of her, than those comes given her by my three `husbands-in-law' with the thorough deep fucking they always give her. Hence, the reason why she is too exhausted to let me put it in most of the time after I mouth her oozing, sperm filled pussy. Usually, except for special occasions when she lets me put it in - as I've mentioned earlier - she'll jerk me off for my relief. That is, if she's not to tired. Otherwise, she may ask me to jack my own self off. However, despite having to jack myself off a lot, I must admit that I'm rather proud and thrilled at my personal achievement. That is, that I give her better orgasms with my lips, tongue, and skillful sucking action than my three `husbands-in-law', with their awesome sturdy members. However, in spite of everything else in our marriage, my wife really seems to have a genuine deep love for me. It appears that her dominance over me, with the associated humiliations that she has directly or indirectly, contributed to, has lead to her having deeper love for me over the years. By her having irrefutable proof of such overt humiliations, for example, kids from other men; her love seems to grow for me as the instances of abject humiliation increase for me. I, of course, have problems with my wife's philosophy and outlook on our relationship, but I know I'm almost powerless to do much about it. Between her, her lovers, her family and the dominance over me by my family, I am virtually trapped in this relationship. Yet, In a strange way, I do have great love for my wife. However, I continue, as best I can, to fight the humiliations she always seems ready to dump on me. It appears that it's my trying to fight and resist her will, and then being defeated soundly by her, as she trounces me under foot, so to speak, is what apparently makes her feel even more affectionate to me. She seems to delight, even more, each successive time I fail - I never seem to win - or when some other manner of abject humiliation overwhelms me. Anyway, all in all, we do have a stable, loving marriage, and all `our' kids have grown on me. I treat them no differently than if they were my own. I concentrate fully on my daily duties and obligations as a good daddy, and of course, as an affectionate, but well-behaved husband. #####END##### Comments? C.D.E. at ccwriter@hotmail.com My stories are archived at www.asstr.org